LOGINWhat happens when everything we thought was just fiction turns into reality? This story focuses on the story of one man in this new world.
View MoreWalking down the streets of Pasig City, you will see everything in ruins. Broken cars, shattered buildings, and crumbling skyscrapers. It was supposed to be just another day in our post-quarantine world, but everything changed when we heard a voice saying the words “Earth’s Protection Agreement has ended. To everyone living on the planet, good luck!” Everything we thought of as fictional became a reality. I saw a bunch of red dogs with long chains heavy chains dangling from their necks running right in front of me. I thought they were coming after me and that I was going to die, but they all just sped past me for they are being chased by what could only be described as a gryphon, a giant bird as big as a horse. I hurriedly ran and entered this nearby condominium where my friend from Australia lives.
His name’s Anton, a nice 50-year-old man who decided to spend his retirement in the Philippines to live a comfortable life. Anton is staring out his balcony to see what exactly is going on. When I finally arrived at his place, he told me that all sorts of creatures popped out after that unknown voice from earlier finished his sentence. Dwarves, elves, dragons, ghouls, zombies, gryphons, aliens, giant peculiar animals. After hearing his words, I felt a sense of dread overwhelming me. My dream life of a peaceful suburban home was ruined and all that awaits me is either a swift death or a life of pain and hardship.
After a while, Anton gave me some snacks and shoved it in my backpack. He told me that he lived a long life and that while he still had more things, he wanted to do he knew it was the end of the line for him. We talked for around half an hour where he told me about his favorite tabletop game session. He told me the story about the time when his party’s characters were all getting killed and he luckily killed the general of the big bad guys. This made him earn enough experience to level up and get a hold of a new spell, “Wish” a spell that can alter reality. He used this new spell to revert to the day when his party’s characters were almost killed. He brought with him his current knowledge and skills which then made his party more prepared. With the use of the new spell, they easily killed off their worst enemy and were able to save the day. After listening to his story, he showed me that very same dice he used to kill that last general which gained him his advanced level and the new spell. It is a beautiful transparent red 20-sided dice that is a little bit worn. While Anton and I were talking, I was doing my best to calm down and keep myself from crying from fear. Then out of the blue, something happened. Something that gave me hope in this dreadful world, happened. The dice shined and something about Anton changed; his aura changed. He smiled, patted me on the head and said, “Everything isn’t over yet.”
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